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Elf of Rivendell wrote:I taught myself to read at...oh, I forget, 3 or 4? From then on, I was known as a bookworm and read almost anything I could get my hands on. Even books on survival and knife fighting...
*makes mental note to be extra carful around Elf*
*evil laugh* ...er...
Hehe, I don't even own a knife.
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OK, I'll brag too!
Kimberly has great rhythm- I remember when she was only a few months old she'd sit in a bouncer while her daddy played guitar. She kicked her foot to the music to bounce herself, and when she got off beat she stopped and started over!
By 2 1/2 she knew the difference between right and left- her grandma even gets confused about that sometimes.
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darcy wrote:OK, I'll brag too!
Kimberly has great rhythm- I remember when she was only a few months old she'd sit in a bouncer while her daddy played guitar. She kicked her foot to the music to bounce herself, and when she got off beat she stopped and started over!
By 2 1/2 she knew the difference between right and left- her grandma even gets confused about that sometimes.
Wonderful - a baby has a better sense of rhythm than I do. Good to hear.
I don't think that I was an extraordinary baby, but I do have a picture of myself next to a bunch of my dad's theology books when I was a one or two years old (he was in seminary when I was that age), checking out the books and eating licorice. So apparently I read early and figured out how to get my dad to give me sugary snacks. That must count for something!
I was very tallented at being accident prone as a baby (no joke......had my first concusion at about 10 months old)
I could write my name in cursive (and others could actually read it) when I was 4.
I started playing piano when I was 3....actual songs, not just banging on the keys (though that's not really special cuz I know a lot of people who do that)
Probably the absolute strangest tallent (in today's society anyway).........as a little toddler, my mom could take me to a restaurant and I would sit there through our entire meal without throwing a temper tantrum or screaming bloody murder or any of that............actually drives me nuts (to the point that I will usually say something to the parents) when people let there 2 and 3 year olds throw a screaming fit in a restaurant.
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blipadouzi wrote:
But the one thing that is most striking is that I have memories of my childhood...but none like most people. I remember things from when I was 4 months old.
What proved it is when I told my mom about a memory I had, she almost had a heart-attack. It was an event that she had never shared with me, and that I had no way of finding out from someone else other than her. She was the one that told me I was 4 months old at the time of the incident.
Wow! That's amazing.
I taught myself to read when I was some certain age. 3 or 4, maybe. My mom told me that when I was in Kindergarten(?) I took a phonics book to bed with me at night because we had forgotten about doing it towards the end of the year.
